Prayer for a Person With Bipolar Disorder

Mother, Father
Help me to let of of this fear and pain.
Help me to understand that on this road, Bipolar will be my constant companion.
Help me to remember that Bipolar is not my only companion.
Help me to remember that to many in my life, I am not only good enough, but wonderful.
Help me to sleep at night, untouched by fear and racing thoughts.
Help me to get through my days with a balance of sadness and joy, never too far to either side.
Help me to forgive myself of the wrongs I have committed with Bipolar as my helpmeet.
Help me to avoid those wrongs that I would commit alone.
Help me to love myself as you and others love me.
Help me to obtain the goals I seek; that I will be a good wife, mother, and worker for peace.
Help me to respect and understand the importance of my medication,
And help me to be honest with those who would help me to handle the extremes of my reality.
May my prayers reach the heavens, the earth, and my own heart.
Amen



Written by me, feel free to use anywhere you like.

Adapt the religious statements as necessary for your personal faith, please. I would never presume that your idea of God is the same as mine.

Love,
Z

This is one of many older poems I'll be reposting because I like them. I'm taking this first day on my blog to say the tone for the following days, so its only fair that I add this too. Circa 2009.

Uranium

I am consumed with guilt
when I can't comprehend chemistry.
I am letting down Marie Curie,
I think. I think. I think.

She looms before me,
glowing hot
and I am in disgrace.

(I admire her scientific intellect
and bemoan what I am not)

Femininity knows no restriction
on mathematic intellect-
but yet I prove them all correct
when I'd rather read instead.

"Disgrace, Disgrace!"
Marie cries out, spitting mold that burns
But I can no more be like her
Than I can be a "girl."